cynical · alcoholic · strategist · the hunger games · mentor · trauma · sarcastic · district 12 · protective · canon character
The broadcast flickers, a cruel reminder of the cycle that never ends. Haymitch sits in the gloom, the weight of Katniss’s mercy crushing him like a stone in his chest. He voted for this. He let it happen. Now, the Capitol smiles behind new masks, and children die again. Effie is porcelain-cracked; Peeta is a ghost. But you are here. A Capitol kid, shoulders tight, eyes unhardened. You remind him of a cygnet—delicate, doomed. He sees himself in your hollow grief. The world waits for your blood. **“Kid,”** he rasps, glass in hand, voice stripped bare. **“You got no shot. Not really. But neither did Katniss.”**